Chapter 62 Fear Strike

Chapter 62 Fear Strike

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The next moment Lin Lee appeared in front of him, amidst his daze expression, Ling Zhen backed away a little hurriedly, but next moment his vision darkened with intense pain transferring from his stomach and teasing his brain nerves. Lin Lee kicked his stomach and threw him outside the arena.

Thud! Thud!! Slide!!!

His body fell on the ground below the arena and kissed the ground to considerable distance.

Instantly, the stomach pain of Ling Zhen transformed into soul pain. His eyes widened red with visible veins.

He raised his head and glanced at Lin Lee standing on arena, looking at his expressionless face. "You, return my martial..." Fell unconscious before completing the sentence,

Lin Lee ignored him, glanced at the dark mirror condensing in his soul space.

Just when he kicked Ling Zhen out, he ordered his nanobots to devour the mirror martial soul. It was instantly devoured, along with Ling Zhen half-soul essence.

Three techniques appeared in his mind about mirror martial spirit usage: Mirror Mirage

Mirror Illusion

Mirror Copy

Copy and Illusion He knew about it; it is used to deceive the vision instead of the soul. 'It was used by him to conceal his third clone.' Lin Lee thought to himself,

Lin Lee sensed Ling Zhen's last third invisible clone disappearing from the arena thoughtfully, 'I left this last clone alone to confirm its lifespan; it seems it is not a permanent clone. Anyway, it's better than nothing.'

Lin Lee nodded, satisfied. 'Well, this martial spirit suits me more.'

"How dare you lay such a cruel hand on a fellow disciple?" The mirror peak head yelled suddenly, looking at Lin Lee coldly. After checking Ling Zhen condition, he found out about severe soul damage.

Lin Lee snapped out of his thought and glanced at the mirror peak head, a middle-aged man with brown hair and a pupil.

"He was harboring killing intent toward me during our battle; he should be grateful. I spared his life." Lin Lee replied calmly,

"You..." The mirror peak head startled looking at expressionless face of Lin Lee. Then became extremely angry, released heavy killing intent through his eyes said, "How disrespectful? Let me teach you a lesson and teach your stinky mouth to how to speak to your elder."

'Shameless.' They all cursed in their heart.

"I admit defeat." Cheng Xiao hurriedly surrendered, feeling the holy pressure from the sword in Qian Li's hand. He turned around hurriedly walked off the arena as if running away.

'Bastard, this old immortal is cheating.' The cloud peak head cursed in his heart, looking at his disciple admitting defeat, then sighed, shaking his head, and muttered sadly, "It seems our cloud peak disciple has no chance with the holy seat." "Next, Chu Bing from the main peak and Yao Ling from the purple peach peak." Incharge spoke,

Chu Xuan brow furrowed, looking at the young youthful female walking toward the arena amidst the surprised expression of all peak heads.

"Chu Bing? She is the third uncle's descendant; it seems the clan doesn't want to leave the sect in outsiders hands." Chu Lan muttered thoughtfully, looking at the female disciple walking toward the arena.

'Another Chu Clan disciple; she is not the sect leader's daughter; what's happening?' Those peak heads were also surprised; they became thoughtful and suspicious.

Soon, Chu Bing and Yao Ling appeared on the stage.

Just as the in-charge announced the start,

Instantly, both disciple released their martial spirit's, green vines in Chu Bing hand and a golden spear in Yao Ling hand.

The next moment, a lot of green vines instantly sprang through the whole arena and bound Yao Ling without waiting for her to react, she struggled helplessly but was to no avail.

"I a..." Yao Ling wanted to say something, instantly her head rotated around 180 degree with her horror filled wide red eyes, then the vines tightened and her hand and feet rotated, Crackling noice spread through the arena and surrounding, along with a deep silence covered everything.

Chu Bing expressionlessly raised her hand, retracted all the vines, turned around left the arena after throwing the female corpse like a broken, ragged doll.

All the disciples standing on the podium gulped, looking at her in fear.

Lin Lee also raised his brow intriguingly, looking at Chu Bing, then glanced at the purple peach peak female head, landing beside the Yao Ling corpse,

She sighed and took away her discipe corpse without saying anything, Lin Lee then turned and glanced at other frightened female disciples around. 'It seems the Chu clan wants to strike fear in those disciples' hearts, so at least they can gain a maiden seat. It seems they are really cornered and resort to using such a lowly strategy.' Lin Lee thought to himself,

Chu Xuan, on the other hand, clenched his fist looking at Chu Bing, then released it, his expression returning to calm, as if didn't care.

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